Here we go again

It seems my Facebook update on the anniversary of the operation (15th April) was a little hung-ho of me.

Last Wednesday I had my first post operation mammogram.

We had trouble getting a clear picture of the right one (moved to a smaller more focused paddle and then to the 3-D version) so I was booked in for an ultrasound on the Saturday (bless the NHS for running an extra set of sessions on a Saturday).

The ultrasound took a very long time.  The Dr was very thorough and seemed to be on the verge of saying there was nothing there (I believe we call this one wishful thinking!) and then she found what they'd seen on the mammogram. 

'Shall we take a biopsy now?' 

I assume the answer to that one should always be yes.  

She took three samples in the end and I was sent off with a pressure bandage and an instruction not to get it wet.

Which brings us to today.

My name is finally called - I head towards the Dr who has called my name and am intercepted by one of the Drs I'd seen previously - he seemed very pleased to have recognised me and asked what was up with my liver ...

Poor love!  The Dr who was actually trying to see me led me away ... and he had a nurse in tow.

I know what that means.

'Oh no, it's not, is it?'

Slightly surreal conversation ensues - I didn't let the Dr say a lot, I assume I was trying to keep a little bit of control; 'yeah, yeah, been here got the t-shirt, apparently I'm getting another one' was my state of mind.  (When it wasn't that I was in danger of breaking down so I focused on what I felt I should already know.

Also entertained my audience with the story of me running off last time with just a wire in my boob and no radioactive marker (it seems I can't resist trying to make people laugh in the middle of stressful situations).

This lump is coming out 19th May - it's smaller than the last one so just as much reason to think it'll be quite straight forward.

More news as I get it.